Page 34 of Taming a Menace

His tongue moved over his lips in a quick swipe before his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

The sinister look in his eyes as they swept over me made my pussy thump.

He took a step closer and put his hands on the side of my face as he covered my lips with his warm mouth.

I wrapped my fingers around his head and pulled him closer.

He didn’t say anything as he backed me into the counter. I wanted him so bad no words needed to be spoken. Words would give me time to think and overthink. Words would make me change my mind.

He lifted me, sitting me down on the cool counter before connecting his lips to mine again.

His fingers moved my panties to the side before slipping into the warmth between my thighs.

I moaned when he bit down on my shoulder gently as his fingers slid in and out of the slippery wetness created only for him.

“Let me feel this pussy, Iyla. I miss this shit so bad.”

“OK,” I whispered right before he covered my lips with his in a quick peck.

I was grateful that he didn’t bother to remove my shorts. That would have only slowed down progress. I needed to feel him now. He held them to the side as he pulled me to the edge of the countertop. He removed his fingers from my pussy and stuck them in his mouth before kissing me again.

Our tongues mingled impatiently, doing a forbidden dance as he pushed the head of his dick against my aching center.

As he breached my entrance, I thrust my hips forward, chasing the fullness that I knew he could give me.

My mouth hung open as he stretched my walls.

Slowly he stroked in and out of me with his face buried in my neck.

Each time he went a little deeper until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.

Still he went a little deeper in my tunnel.

I cried out as he filled me to capacity.

“I know, baby. I know,” he grunted, pulling away from my neck.

“Keywan!” I screamed when he slammed into me, sending me sliding back on the counter. My cry for mercy didn’t garner any from him. He crashed his hips into mine over and over.

Having found his rhythm, he drilled into me relentlessly with his forehead against mine. I would have been embarrassed by the way I was moaning and calling his name like he was a disobedient child if it weren’t for him moaning and groaning just as loud as me.

“Keywan, baby,” I whimpered as he backed up enough to look into my eyes.

His forehead wrinkled and his jaw flexed as he continued to pummel me continually. He looked so tormented it turned me on even more.

“I know, baby. Just take it for me. Why you got daddy on a rationing system?”

“I don’t know.” I gasped.

Snatching out of me, he wrapped my legs around him and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and pulled my shorts and panties off as he backed up.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed. I turned around and got on all fours. “This is my shit, and you know it. I should be able to get it when I want to. You’re the one that got me strung out. I didn't tell you to put this pussy on me like that. You did that on your own.”

I giggled. “Shut up.”

“You have no idea how bad I missed this pussy,” he said, spearing me with one swift motion.

He gripped a handful of my hair as he leaned forward until his lips were pressed against my ear.

“This is for breaking your ninety-day rule. You can’t be letting a nigga sweet talk you out of this good shit like that, not even me,” he chastised.

He slapped me on the ass, causing me to hiss.

I jumped when he rubbed that same spot before hitting it again.

Keywan sank his fingers into my ass as he delivered steady, deep strokes.

I dropped my arms and rested my face on the bed as the euphoria of him filling and carving a home inside of me took me to ecstasy.

I felt so comfortable with the way he took care of my body that I would let him have his way with me as long as it came with multiple orgasms. I gripped the sheets as he picked up the tempo of his strokes.

Ragged moans and grunts came from him as he worked me over like a mad man.

Suddenly it was too much. I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Key, baby, wait,” I said, attempting to push him back.

He swatted my hand away, never letting up as a phone dropped in front of my face with a thud.

“Put your number in my phone, Iyla,” he demanded.

“I can’t do that, Keywan.”

“Put . . . your fucking number in my phone and stop playing with me,” he grunted as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I shook my head, unable to form clear words. We were already doing enough. I needed to hold on to some level of control over the situation. The man already had my mind and my body. What else did he want?

“Iyla, I’m not about to be out here worried to death about you all the time. I can’t even call you directly to make sure you’re OK. I need to be able to take care of you. What if you didn’t have your work phone on you tonight?”

“Key.” I sighed.

“Now, Iyla!” he barked.

Knowing that he wasn’t going to give up, I punched my number in on his phone and dropped it back down on the bed.

“Good girl,” he whispered, using his hold on my hair to raise my head until his lips covered mine.

Seconds later, he snatched out of me. A shaky sigh rattled his body as he emptied his seeds on my ass. His breathing was as erratic as mine as he backed up and slapped me on the ass again.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Don’t move. Let me clean you up.”

He didn’t have to tell me not to move. I was spent. As hard as I fought myself on going there with him again, it was definitely worth the wait. I would even venture to say that it was worth the risk. I knew it was too early to tell.

I hated the thought of blowing my life up for good sex, but I felt like Key was a good man. Obviously, he had some serious shit to work out, but I wanted to be here when he did it. I wasn’t ready to tell him that though. Right now I would go with the flow.

Key came back from the bathroom and washed me up with a warm rag before snuggling up next to me.

“Come with me to Mrytle Beach, Moonie. I want to spend more time with you. I want to be free to show my love for you.”

“What time are you leaving?”

“I don’t have to be there until six, but it’s four hours away.”

“OK.” I nodded.

“Really, baby?”

“Yes. I’ll come.”

“OK, good. Get some rest, love,” he said before kissing my cheek and pulling my body closer.

It was rare that something woke me up other than my alarm or my phone ringing.

The sound of a lawn mower had been nagging me for so long that I finally opened my eyes.

It took a second for me to realize that I was in my guest bedroom.

The memory of being fucked to sleep in my spare room came back to me in a flash. Where the hell was Keywan though?

I looked around until my eyes landed on the clock on the wall. It was eight in the morning. Where in the world could he have been so early? Maybe he had gone home. I don’t know why I didn’t consider that first.

Pulling my naked body out of the bed, I walked to my bedroom. I removed the robe from the back of my bathroom door and threw it on before going to the first window I could get to so I could look outside. I didn’t see anyone.

My brow furrowed as I walked to the back of the house and looked out in time to see Keywan putting my lawn mower up. Did he cut my grass? I didn’t have on any shoes, but I opened the back door and stepped outside. I frowned in confusion as I walked down the paved walkway.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Nothing now. You hungry, baby?” he asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Um, yeah, a little. Did you cut my grass?”

“Yeah. I noticed that it needed cutting last night. I’ll cut it again in two weeks, so you can fire your guy.”

“Keywan, you didn’t have to cut my grass. I have a grass guy that was coming next week.”

“I know I didn’t. I was already back here putting up a motion light over your back door, so I decided to see if you had a lawn mower.”

“A what?” I asked, turning to look back.

“It’s too dark back here. Anyone could just creep up to your door without you knowing it. I don’t see a camera back here either, Moon. I couldn’t find one in the hardware store, but I’ll install one when we get back.”

“I guess I didn’t think about the back door since you have to do so much to get back here.”

“Criminals will do the most. Don’t worry, I’ll put one up. I don’t want you to have any reason to be scared when I’m not around.”

“Keywan.” I sighed. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Let me take care of my baby.”

How was he so sweet and so unbalanced at the same time?

How was this not a man I needed to take a chance on?

It’s not like I had the best track record when it came to picking men, but Key felt like someone who deserved a chance.

The more time I spent with him, the more apparent it was just how much I was falling for him.

“Thank you, Key. Since you did all that already this morning, let me at least cook breakfast for you,” I offered.

“OK, I can handle that.”

“You want cold or hot cereal?” I teased.

“Anything you make is fine.”

“I’m teasing. Grits, eggs, bacon, and toast work for you?”

“As long as you have apple jelly,” he said with a smile.

“I think I happen to have some.”

“Good. I’m going to run home and get all this grass off me, and I’ll be right back. Is that cool?”

“Yeah, that should give me time to shower and make breakfast.”

“Come here,” he said, stepping closer and pulling my body to him.

“I’m right here.” I smiled up at him.

The smell of his sweat made me press my thighs together under the robe in an attempt to trap the trickle of moisture.

There was never a time when he wasn’t absolutely sexy.

He slipped his hands inside and cupped my ass to draw me closer to him.

My arms went around his waist to make sure he didn’t let go.

“Are we really doing this, Moonie?”

I dropped my eyes to his chest as I considered his question.

I’d done well not to think too much into what was happening because I knew the repercussions.

Still it felt so right standing here in his arms. How could something that felt so right be wrong?

Key tipped my head up and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

“Tell Big Daddy Key you’re gonna stop fighting him and play fair.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Tell who?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. Tell daddy you’re going to stop running and let him love you.”

“I’m trying, Keywan.”

“That’s all daddy needs,” he said, kissing my nose and smiling down at me.

“What time do you want to leave today? I don’t want to hold you up since you’re already up and at ’em.”

“I need to be there by six, but we can leave whenever.”

“Can we leave after breakfast? I want to lay on the beach for a while if we have time.”

“Anything, mama. Any more requests?” he quizzed.

“Not a request but a question. Am I coming to the shower? I just need to know how to pack.”

“Of course, baby. I’m not dragging you all the way up there just to leave you stuck in the house.”

“OK.” I nodded.

“I’m going to pack while I’m home. I’ll call you when I’m on the way back to you.”